…the mystical belch

…I am the great toad. I have come to show you the path of the mystical belch. I have come to bring you the revelation so that you Amy are the world washed away in the vapors of the belch. You shall be reborn as new. You shall see through the eyes of a child, through the souls of a prophet. Your vision will be cleansed and you will perceive the truth and the light and the spirit of the belch…

Breathe. Consume the vapors that surround you. The belch is real. It is the essence. It is the soul and spirit of the world which cannot be denied. Let the vapors engulf you. Let them carry you to the truth. See through them and let them cloud your eyes with the clarity of vision that can only come from the vapors of truth.

It will not be easy, but do not be afraid. For the belch will guide you. The vapors will show you the path. You will be pierced with a thousand sunbeams, and you will writhe in agony. But the vapors will cleanse you and you shall not be harmed if you allow the vapors to engulf you.

After you have seen the truth. After the mystical belch has overtaken and subsumed your spirit. You will be reborn and healed. You will be a prophet of the vapors and, like me, you will bring the word of the belch to the people. They will bow before you because they will see the vapors in you. They will see the truth of the belch in you eyes and in your soul. And they will seek it, they will desire it. For the embrace of the belch is irresistible.

Let us now begin the rite. Let us kneel and speak the words of the belch…

Tropical Gothic

Last month we went to Puerto Rico for a friend’s wedding. What an amazing island – I took tons of film photos to share:

There will be more at some point – stay tuned!

… dread…a second take…

Dre(a)d… gxxd sxlutixn

A simple and COST – simple COST… equilibrium and infrastructure – stream adjusts to find adjustments occur will move the channel the channel conversely load energy energy distribution steams are dynamic systems in the process move water move sediment too much water

DON’T DREDgE!

Unfortunately dredging… Streams and rivers know flooding of course through confine space causes flooding moving water and sediment – Insignificant – stream lacks excess energy will pick more quickly throughriver system is said to increased by dredging relatively slowly…

DREDGe the CHNnel!

These adjustments result of past disturbance take the form of deposition stream altering stream channels channel stability is – at best – short term…

“Fix”———–>STAY oUT of the STREAM.

Increasing dredging onto the “fix”… seems like the size of floodplain flooding way to address flooding water faster faster faster faster faster faster………

…cut up and dredge

… we know of course that a simple and cost effective rough space to confine mode Dredging seems like – causes flooding. Another if the channel. If the channel city is quickly lost due to incre… increasing the size moving water and sedimin and will move through the… out into the floodplain that will naturally adjust to problems? … dying is insignificant compared way to “fix” flooding… excess energy will pick… the stream lacks the energy. Unfortunately, dredging can water more quickly through… relatively slowly. When the stream problems we ses is increased by dredging… these adjustments can be channels. It solves! Stay out of the stream.

And move water and that too much water? And is to move sediment. In the process of energy. Streams are dynamic systemsy and energy distribution. A stream with all ding the banks and channel. Conversely if load, deposition occurs. A stream or these changes and adjustme still occur Stream adjusts to finds a new equilibrium. And infrastructure.

Way to address flooding consequences can take the form of increased is deeper, water won’t spidiment deposition. Altering stream channels area faster. Isn’t this a good term channel stability is – at best – a short term of maintenance nightmares. Dredge the Channel!

… the day I lost the joy of writing

Maybe not the day, to be honest, but I can pinpoint the time when I really lost the joy of writing. Before that time, I was a mildly prolific blogger, and people were reading and responding to my posts regularly. And then it all just crashed when I got involved in (sort of started, I guess) what became known as the “pluralism war”…

“War” was an accurate descriptor, I think, because the debate largely amounted to miscommunications and misunderstandings and talking past one another. But what really struck me was the vitriolic personal attacks that some people engaged in – mostly just to troll and upstage. The one that bothered me most was RS Bakker calling me elitist and idiotic because (paradoxically) I don’t think it’s more respectful to tell people their beliefs are stupid all the time. I’ve never really let that go, but it seems to be the basis for his entire philosophical project…

After that, I think my blogging tapered off pretty dramatically and I still struggle to bring myself to write anything out of an anxiety that something like that will happen again. Combined with an increasing sense that all this talk about what’s really going on is just a lot of hot air, it’s meant that philosophical (or whatever) blogging doesn’t really make sense to me anymore.

That’s part of the reason I’ve started over here. On this blog, I can just post my drawings, and write some stories and generally fuck around knowing that probably no one is going to read it or care… I’m hoping that will bring back some of the joy of writing for me – the joy I’ve found in drawing more recently… we’ll see…

…the infexactions of ideas

We are infested with *ideas*

…little bats with leathery wings. They take little bites – tiny microscopic bites, you wouldn’t even know. And they leave you with a feeling like you know, but who knows?

They come at night, drifting in the shadows behind the closed door. You might hear their little wings beating, or you might only hear the hum of their banter, or you might hear nothing at all…

… when you sleep, they lay their eggs ready to hatch. If you wake up during the hatching, the buzzing of the newborn babes might ring in your ears and keep you awake with tiny thought threads. If you don’t fall asleep, you experience the whole horrific process as a long waking nightmare. It’s what we call often insomnia…

The only way to get rid of the ideas is to fumigate relentlessly- but more likely you’ll only ever keep them at bay for a time…

…the dark matrix

… we searched the cave for Rogers. He had fled the night before in a fit of unexplained madness. His footprints lead to the cave’s entrance, but searching we found only his baseball cap and a broken flashlight. Distraught, we began to make our way out when we heard a whisper coming from nearby. We turned and ran swiftly back into the darkness. I dropped my flashlight but there was no time to stop and grab it or I might get lost myself. When we got to the deepest cavern, we heard the whisper again, more clearly this time. It sounded as if it said “leave….” in a muffled and gurgling voice. It may or may not have been Rogers’s.

Flashing our lights all around, we saw nothing. But, for a moment when I stepped away from my partners and was plunged into total darkness, I thought I glimpsed a face over my shoulder. “Turn off your lights!” I yelled “turn them off!” Hesitantly they obliged and as our eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness we began to see more clearly.

Rogers was there. His face clearly stood out against the blackness and his hands and portions of body were barely apparent. Threads of darkness wound around his arms and body – in some places it appeared to penetrate his flesh like an intravenous tube. His eyes were wide and dead, his skin bloodless. A strange gurgling bubbled from his lips.

“Rogers!” I called, but there was no response. We reached for him and tried to pry him free. His skin was cold and damp. Our efforts were wasted as the darkness simply refused our grasp. Panicked, we began to talk in hurried tones about what to do – one of us run back and get some tools we might use to free him or call headquarters and request help. But he could very well have disappeared by the time we returned.

As we stood there debating, we heard an ethereal voice. Rogers’s mouth moved, but the sound seemed to emanate from the walls of the cave itself. “Leave” it said forcefully, and with that, Rogers’s face snapped into the darkness and he was gone.

We stood stunned for a moment before Smith turned on his light. The image that met our gaze was beyond description. It was as if a tentacle of darkness was reaching out from the cave wall. No matter how we shone the light, it remained. It reached for us and… we ran…